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there must have been a gas leak or some drug in my drink I think but nothing comes to me what shall I do all day? gawky morbidity; decay on this sticky hot sofa an idiot sits like a rock blocked and sterilized I just can't seem to figure it 'move one leg, at a time' but it's like I'm laying on a big gob of pink bubblegum and I've nowhere to run the cushions, the cushions comfy & yet closing in on me what the hell, am I crazy?
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
Venus' Fly-Trap
there must have been a gas leak or some drug in my drink I think but nothing comes to me what shall I do all day? gawky morbidity; decay on this sticky hot sofa an idiot sits like a rock blocked and sterilized I just can't seem to figure it 'move one leg, at a time' but it's like I'm laying on a big gob of pink bubblegum and I've nowhere to run the cushions, the cushions comfy & yet closing in on me what the hell, am I crazy?
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May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
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